“Mom, do you find Tom Cruise attractive?” His mother set down her chisel. She looked at Lincoln as if she was trying to decide whether he was “Meadow Path” or lime. “Honey, do you find Tom Cruise attractive?” “Mom. No. Why would you ask that? Jesus.” “Why would you ask that?” “I asked if you found Tom Cruise attractive. I didn’t ask if you thought I was gay. Do you think I’m gay?”
